Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Under Witchcraft Influence

Islinda got... sidetracked?

"Eli.... Oh Fuck! Yes!" Islinda gasped as Eli’s hips moved with precision, hitting the perfect spot at just the right angle. She collapsed against the bed, overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. Each sensation sent her into a frenzy, her cries echoing in the room as her body arched uncontrollably. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, on the brink of complete surrender.

"I missed you, princess..." Eli panted heavily, his grip tightening as he spread her legs wider and continued to thrust into her, growling with exhilaration at the intense sensation.

Her body convulsed around him, her sex pulsating around his throbbing member, and Eli responded by driving into her with even more force. Finally, she succumbed to the climax with a cry, every nerve in her body alive and tingling with pleasure.

Eli’s growl rumbled deeply, sending shivers down Islinda’s spine. She milked him eagerly, feeling him release inside her, filling her womb until it overflowed, warm streams trailing down her thighs. He collapsed onto her, spent and satisfied.

His weight was a welcome embrace, pressing her into the bed. Islinda savored the afterglow, feeling his chest rise and fall with each labored breath, the steady pulse of his cock still inside her. They lay together, wrapped in the delicious haze of their passion.

Islinda couldn’t resist the urge to roll her hips against him, her lips bitten in anticipation as desire surged within her. She craved more, her core pulsating with an insatiable hunger. Aldric and Eli had awakened something primal within her, transforming her into a creature of lust and desire. No longer held back by shame, Islinda embraced her newfound sensuality with unabashed greed. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

"Princess....." Eli looked at her with equivalent hungry eyes, before

kissing her fervently. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting and seeking hers before they tangled together, sharing the same breath.

"Princess..." Eli’s hungry gaze met hers, filled with desire as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. Their lips met fervently, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste and intertwine with hers, lost in the intoxicating taste of each other.

Islinda kissed him with same ferocity, feeling him grow bigger inside of her, her eyes fluttering close and moaning at the heavenly sensation. The God’s knew he would need to move very soon because the wait was beginning to kill her. She wanted more.

Eli pulled back, placing a slow, sensual kiss starting from her jaw and trailing down to her neck. Islinda sighs in pleasure, tilting her head and giving him access as he kisses, suckles and savors her. She tasted so good.

His hands found the globe of her breasts and massaged firmly. Islinda moaned, arching her back, and wishing that Eli would finish her off already. The action brought Islinda’s breast closer, almost as if she was serving them to him. Of course, Eli could not refuse such an invitation.

Islinda’s mind was still hovering in the clouds when his warm mouth closed around her nipple and a lewd sound left her lips. By the gods, Eli would be the death of her. Islinda felt herself growing wetter, her sex weeping for some sort of relief. Yet Eli would not give her one. At that moment, he was almost the same as Aldric.... wait a minute, she had nearly forgotten the real purpose of doing this in the first ....

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